Lucas
Sixteen years ago
"Is this our place now?" I ask as we lay down on the grass. I reach out for him and he takes my hand in his.
"It could be.... maybe if you finally tell me your name," he breathes out slowly turning to face me.
His eyes bore into mine and I know for sure that he could be someone important to me.
"You haven't told me yours either," I remind him.
He chuckles "You might know me if I do. You said you are not from around here. You might run away if you find out who I am."
The fact that he is willing to share his identity with me and the idea that I might recognize him intrigue me. I have always been curious about the world beyond my pack, and meeting someone from another place feels like an adventure.
"Try me," I say, my tone playful. "I promise I won't run away."
He studies me for a moment as if trying to gauge my sincerity. Then, with a smile, he finally speaks "The mystery makes this all the more interesting.... don't you think?"
